What's known as a land of poor mountains and rivers breeds crafty people, and now Xu Mingzhe finally understood that.
Xu Mingzhe felt like he was being an idiot; he shouldn't have asked Ye Xunhuan anything at all. He had absolutely nothing in common with this bastard, not even a way to communicate.
So, Xu Mingzhe just became more obedient. No matter what Ye Xunhuan said, he was extremely careful, to avoid falling into Ye Xunhuan's trap.
However, Ye Xunhuan wasn't teasing Xu Mingzhe anymore; he was just indulging in food and drink.
Ye Xunhuan alone drank three bottles of red wine, which made Xu Mingzhe's eyelids twitch.
Three bottles of '92 Petrus, an astronomical amount for the average person; for him, that was also a loss of a hundred and two hundred thousand yuan. How his heart ached!
But he couldn't say anything about it.
